35/365: Living In Sweats

I'm not one to wear sweatpants. Ever. I generally prefer jeans over any other type of pant. I like structure, what can I say? This week, however, I am breaking all the rules. With the recent snowpocalypse, I haven't left my apartment in days and have found no such reason to wear anything other than sweats. I think I have almost converted to the sweatpant wearing crowd, at least in the comfort of my own home. It does cut into my productivity, though.

Things I Don't Like

I'm going to be honest, there are a lot of things I do that I don't like.

1. blow-drying my hair.

2. the way my hair feels if I let it air-dry. catch 22, right there.

3. grocery shopping. I hate leaving my apartment just to get groceries.

4. budgeting. Like the concept, hate the actual process.

5. the way my husband can take the apartment from clean to clutter in 2 seconds flat.

6. my hour and twenty minute commute, but I did have a choice in that.

7. the way jeans make my legs feel really constricted when I am laying on my bed.

8. the overall lack of storage in my apartment. also, the lack of insulation.

9. blizzards. enough said.

34/365: Peace Of Mind

Last winter the pipes in my apartment froze. 

Correction: the pipes in a mysterious unknown basement below my apartment froze. 

The leak wasn't found until a week later and I was without water the whole time. With subzero temperatures this week I am taking no chance of the pipes freezing again. The kitchen faucet is at a steady drip, giving me peace of mind, knowing that my pipes aren't going to freeze this year.

33/365: Snowpocalypse

Since I am still in school, I know how to appreciate a good snow storm. A good snow storm means that I don't have to drive three hours round trip to go to class. A good snow storm means that I get to wear sweatpants all day and sit on the couch. A good snow storm means that I get to wear slippers all day.

32/365: Belated Birthday

Since I was meeting Miss Savannah on my birthday we didn't have a chance to celebrate with the in-laws. My sweet husband bought me a cake, not knowing that I am not a cake person. Exhibit A: no cake was consumed on my actual birthday and I have a twin brother too. He also did not have cake. We just aren't cake people. The cake was really awesome though and I love that he chose a Cars theme, one of the few movies I actually own. There were trick candles on top, which should have been obvious to me by the amount of sparks that were coming off the candles. That went right over my head, though and I thought I could blow them all out in one huge huff of air. I nearly went into an asthmatic attack trying to blow them out. The smoke alarm went off multiple times and there was wax all over the cake by the time I actually extinguished all the candles. A sign that I am getting old.